Atta Deep Bhav!

Moment

2010-08-16T11:34:00.000-07:00

Its gone and over bury it
O my mind not wander
Its future not true yet
O my mind not ponder

All that is mine is this moment
zero and be one with it
All compassion let come from me
All suffering I can then hit

I'll live complete
In this one moment
And rest in peace
In this done moment

The Sun

2009-01-21T01:52:00.000-08:00

The Sun rose in the morning
through footpaths
on the head of the beggar
It shone and woke him up
With another day for begging

The Sun rose in the morning
through sliding windows
on the curtains of a bunglow
It shone and woke the rich man up
With another day for riches

The roads of the two crossed
on a traffic signal when the beggar
waved for money from the
glasses of the rich man's car

The Sun shone on the coin dropped
in by the rich man
The Sun shone in the hands
of the beggar

The Sun went back in the night
It had given light
One who saw through the light
didn't sleep
One who slept through the light
got up next morning
When the Sun rose again
through footpaths and curtains

-Diksha Neel, 14th Jan 2009

Abstract

2008-03-09T07:26:00.000-07:00

One pencil, one canvass and a sketch
A sketch of thoughts that are abstract
Thoughts that only the painter understands
A painter who himself is far abstract

A rushing wind takes away the sketch
And drops it somewhere when its tired
The sketch takes form and goes on and
On to the one who longed and desired

Love can put life in abstract
Love is power that can make it alive
Then the rushing wind dare not touch it
Life is the only thing that can it drive

-- Diksha Neel, 9th March 2008

Me

2007-02-25T07:50:00.000-08:00

I am a dew drop on cold winter night
I am a wave of oceanic delight!
I am a feather singing songs on breeze
I am a bird that's chirping on trees!

I am the rain dancing on earth
I am the mud then bubbling in mirth!
I am the sand sleeping on shore
I am the moon lover longing for more!

I am the free-flowing paddy's husk
I am the walk in darkening dusk!
I am the music of dulcet guitar
I am the fun of speeding car!

I am the grass ornamented with snow
I am the sky's garlanding rainbow!
I am a lightning sudden and bright
I am the zenith, topmost of height!

-Diksha Neel, Feb 2007

Palbhar

2006-07-30T02:42:00.000-07:00

Mirror

2006-07-29T17:10:00.000-07:00

I look at myself in the mirror
and see how I feel inside looks
Love and deceit trickle down my eyes,
insecurity wrinkles my brow
Silence shatters with a roar of cries,
eternal void then casts a throw
Shadow of yesterday won't let me breath
and my heart won't let you go!

When eyes start hurting
and weeps subside
When body gives up
and I can't look anymore
I put the mirror aside
and bury my face in darkness.

--Diksha Neel 5th Nov '05

Bizarre

2006-07-29T16:54:00.000-07:00

It looked real-
the drawing on fog
settled over window pane

Behind locked doors
bizarre shapes took form
lux started to wane

The door needed the key

--Diksha Neel Nov 2005

Summer Rain

2006-03-08T15:06:00.000-08:00

The day was hot and dusty
My heart tired and thirsty
Walking in Sun exasperated
Value of my pearls, I debated

Miles I walked, pearls in hand
People saw them with minds in sand
Said, "Not pearls, just stones collected"
Cheek bedewed, my heart berated

Glorifying Earth when came Summer Rain
Sparkled my hand and sparkled again
Deep deep down bent nature's troy
Wet my eyes then beamed in joy!

Diksha Neel.........March 7,8 2006

Enigma

2006-02-25T06:32:00.000-08:00

An enigma you are, ununderstood, unsolved
Crawling silently, a visitor uncalled
You come in and settle without a knock
And speak no words, there's nothing to talk

Face, body, colour, taste and smell you lack
Your presence is pregnant silence black
You look and find your image in my eyes
Slowly replaced by the vast skies

Wind of sorrow turbulent grips the sky tight
Poor sky is no match to the delirious might
It screams thunder and cries out rain
Then no wind or sky, only my trickling tears of pain

I need a shoulder to lean and cry
And a hand to soothe my sigh
You've caused my heart's turmoil and emptiness
I ask your identity, you say, "My name is Loneliness".

-- Diksha Neel 2002

My beloved

2006-02-25T06:27:00.000-08:00

In the twinkling midnight,
I see you, my beloved, as the Moon,
one amidst a thousand stars;
longing for me with passionate patience,
litting the heavenly dark bars.

Upon the Earth,
I stand as an ocean of love,
jewelled by your glittering light,
I treasure your silvery reflection
deep down my heart;
and with splendid delight,
I raise my watery hands
to thy affection infinite.

--Diksha Neel Summer 1999

In love with you

2006-02-25T06:19:00.000-08:00

Like all-night walk and morning Sun
Like laughter, claps and playful fun
Like twinkling little stars above
Like a free, high-flying dove
Like a big-big yellow balloon
Like a cold breeze on heated noon
Like the refreshing good night’s sleep
Like blue waters in ocean deep
Like the racing clouds in sky
Like adventures on mountains high
Like the joy on tickling got
Like fog’s fragrance in breathing caught
Like the fresh fresh winter dew
I am, darling, in love with you

--Diksha Neel March 2005

Unmatched

2005-09-30T18:45:00.000-07:00

A warrior lost in battles of life,
Body numb and courage torn apart,
Dejected, I dragged myself home
And to Pappa with a heavy heart
He put his hand over my head
And caressed like a flower
An unmatched love and faith it was
I rose and I had power.

Copyright ©2005 Diksha Patitpavan Neel

A walk with you

2005-09-05T22:25:00.000-07:00

Will you walk with me
deep into the woods
And live with life
to cherish her seasonal moods
And feel the ecstasy
of the morn's joyous heart
As it kisseth the ravishing
Earth with art
And get mesmerised
by the silent night
As the heavens shower stars
blending glory with the sight.

Will you walk with me
on the blue paths untrod
Wrapped with serenity
unto the abode of God
And touch the sanctity
of the sky infinite
Feeling the pleasure
of life's greatest delight
And swing on time
with a promise from thee
That thy shall walk thus
forever with me.

Copyright ©2005 Diksha Patitpavan Neel

It's raining!

2005-09-05T16:41:00.000-07:00

It's raining!

I looked out of the open window. My not-for-a-reason gloomy mood watched the precious pearls over the grass and began making its way out. It is beginning to get cold. The slanting rain looks superb! The roaring sky is adding to the dulcet music of the rain and the lightening is ornamenting the Heaven like a million diamonds!

The Earth is beaming with joy. And before I could realise, my heart started dancing with the rain!

My world out of the window

2005-09-01T18:27:00.000-07:00

There's a window just next to my desk in the lab and it's a whole new world to me. Very tall green grass spread out with a couple of still taller trees here and there. All that I can see from here is the Green and the Blue!

And when I gaze up, I spot some kites. And although I cannot see them, I can feel the joy of the village-kids flying the kites. I can feel their excitment of flying high and the exhilaration of reaching up, up and above.

As the dusk sets in, the Blue slowly turns into a brilliant Orange and then a peaceful Purple. The breeze flowing across the grass rejuvenates my soul and the free-flying, carefree birds returning back home lighten up my heart.

And all this, through my window, my world!

Encounter with Dhobis

2005-08-28T04:22:00.000-07:00

I got up one fine morning in my hostel room in IIIT-Allahabad. My friend was to bring 'Chicken-biryani' for lunch.We were to meet in the canteen and I had a couple of hours before putting the delicious chicken in my mouth. So I thought of ironing my clothes. And went on ironing them till 3 in the afternoon! The canteen had by then finished seeing my friends eating up the whole of chiken-biryani! Poor me! That was when I thought I needed a Dhobi.

Got one dhobi in the hostel. Along with supposedly cleaning and ironing my clothes, she also gave them some alien marks and patchy colours. And one day she came up with my new duppata in a torn shape! So then it was turn of someone else to hold the post of Mr. Dhobi.

This one visited the hostel once a week or so....was seemingly better at service! (atleast no discolouring and cuts). The very first time he washed my clothes, he put '+' identity marks over them, which no Ariel or Surf-excel can do away with! Few months passed and I went home for vacation. Couldn't collect my clothes from him before leaving, so they remained at his place for one and a half month. When I came back and he returned them to me, two pajamas has lost their elasticity altogether. My body could not hold them for more than a minute....the elastic's length was almost doubled!

I am now totally independent in terms of clothes. I wash and iron them myself. Just remembered one school-time lesson 'God helps those who help themselves!'

My first post!

2005-08-27T12:25:00.000-07:00

'Atta Deep Bhav' is a Pali phrase meaning 'Swayam-prakashit vha' in Marathi. The world is all about this and so is life!